Curveball Expert

On the golf course in the dense forest.

Katsumura Yota's eyes held a cruel confidence, as if he had already anticipated what was about to happen, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

When Muneyoshi saw the opponent serve, he quickened his pace.

Although their strength is rather weak, they are, after all, First String that has been tested on the world stage.

Maintaining a certain level of vigilance and caution was a habit that Muneyoshi developed after his trip to Spain.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball flew in a huge arc and slammed heavily into Muneyoshi's half of the court.

"Curveball technique?"

The sudden, dramatic change in the arc startled Muneyoshi slightly.

This is the first player he has encountered so far who is good at using curveballs.

The curveball is the snake shot that Kaidoh of the future Seigaku hits, but compared to Kaidoh's level, Katsumura Yota has obviously studied the curveball for much longer.

The angles are also more tricky.

However, this was no challenge for Muneyoshi. With a light step of his left foot, his body shot out like an arrow.

Muneyoshi took a few strides and arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball. He stretched out his racket, scooped it up, and then used the momentum of his body to pull hard, sending the tennis ball back.

Bang!

A tremendous roar pierced the stadium.

With his near-perfect Sweet Spot Technique, Muneyoshi can now deliver powerful blows whenever he wants.

The tennis ball transformed into a yellow beam of light, flying straight towards the opponent's baseline corner.

"Tch, your strength is indeed not bad, much better than those weaklings. The combination of strength and speed is also perfect. But if you think that's enough to score points, you're sorely mistaken!"

The moment Muneyoshi retaliated, Katsumura Yota also moved, somewhat surprised that Muneyoshi possessed such strength at such a young age.

But then came a burst of anger. There were already enough Prodigy First Year in the training camp, and now another one Muneyoshi, had appeared.

Where do they think they're putting their faces as third graders?

"Since we've run into each other, don't blame me!"

Katsumura Yota gave Muneyoshi a cold look, then chased after the incoming tennis ball, swung his racket with all his might, and hit the ball back again. At the same time, he made up his mind.

These attempts by younger students to retaliate must be suppressed.

Tap tap!

Muneyoshi had no idea that in just a few breaths, Katsumura Yota had already thought about so much.

At this moment, his eyes were only on the tennis ball. He took a step forward with his left foot, his brown eyes gleaming, as if he had seen through the spin of the tennis ball.

Muneyoshi slightly turned his body to face the incoming tennis ball, threw the racket with his right hand, and caught it with his left.

The skill of the Ambidexterity was on full display at this moment. He lightly raised the racket with his left hand, extended it to the armpit of his right arm, and pulled it to the side by half a racket length.

With a whoosh, a streak of yellow light flashed by.

A left-handed backhand smash landed heavily on the baseline, leaving Katsumura Yota, who was on the opposite side, with no chance to save the shot.

15-0.

"Hey kid, not bad at all..."

The fact that Muneyoshi had taken a point from him did not alarm Katsumura Yota; instead, he calmly began to comment.

Muneyoshi rolled his eyes, completely ignoring such arrogant and ignorant words.

"If this is all the so-called No. 8 in the First String is capable of, then you might as well surrender now."

"Kid, what's the rush? The real show's just beginning. I'll make you regret coming to this training camp!"

Katsumura Yota arrogantly made a throat-slitting gesture at Muneyoshi.

"Oh!"

A dark streak crept into Muneyoshi's eyes, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't take the other person's throat-slitting gesture to heart.

However, Muneyoshi was not very forgiving, was not going to let him off the hook.

The game continues.

Snap, snap, snap!

After a series of rhythmic slaps, Katsumura Yota gripped the tennis ball tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on Muneyoshi's position.

"Boy, prepare to die!"

Bang!

He spun around and swung his racket violently, sending the tennis ball flying towards Muneyoshi's body with a strong spiraling force, like a venomous snake.

The speed and power of this shot were completely different from before, clearly indicating that the player was beginning to use their true strength.

"Good speed, decent technique, but lacking in power. Is he pursuing a path of Technique Form over Speed Extreme? And that ball trajectory..."

Muneyoshi stared at the trajectory of the tennis ball as it flew towards him, a growing sense of vigilance creeping into his heart.

He sensed a danger from the constantly shifting ball; it seemed the opponent was aiming directly at his body.

Really...

After the tennis ball landed, it once again changed direction at a sharp angle, like a venomous snake, heading straight for Muneyoshi's abdomen.

"Does the side-spin curveball change direction?"

Along the way, Muneyoshi had seen a lot, and he was not without methods to directly attack the body.

He only cared about his opponent's technique. He stepped back with his right foot and immediately followed with his left, executing a very common Muneyoshi Samba Steps.

With a mere deft turn of his body, Muneyoshi created a swinging position for himself. The racket was now back in his right hand, and he suddenly pulled his right arm up.

Bang!

A crisp sound of the ball hitting the net rang out, and a streak of light flashed across the net.

Call out!

Bang!

The tennis ball, its intent too obvious, was intercepted heavily in mid-air and smashed towards Katsumura Yota's feet.

"Heh, you actually dodged it. Not bad reaction time. Well then..."

Across the court, Katsumura Yota moved with lightning speed, catching up with Muneyoshi's counterattack in the blink of an eye.

Raising his racket, Katsumura Yota glanced at Muneyoshi's position, a cruel smile reappearing on his lips:

"Try my special move: the Australia's Viper Bite!"

He rotates counterclockwise and uses his body weight to swing the racket forcefully.

Bang!

In an instant, his racket left a blur in the air, striking the bouncing tennis ball with a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see.

Call out!

The tennis ball, swung like a venomous snake, carried immense force, crossing most of the court to bite at Muneyoshi's neck!

This was a variation that combined curveball movement with wind power, and the speed was simply astonishing.

As it swept across the court, Muneyoshi subconsciously thought he saw the shadows of Fuji's White Whale and Kaidou Kaoru's Tornado Snake Shot.

However, this move is far more powerful and dangerous than theirs, and the tennis ball's attack power is also stronger.

The afterimage of the tennis ball was reflected in Muneyoshi's pupils. He turned to the left and felt a strong gust of wind blow across his neck.

Thump!

The tennis ball was dodged by Muneyoshi and hit a small tree behind him.

The powerful force and rotation left a clear mark on the tree trunk, and the branches and leaves rustled and vibrated from the force.

"Hehehe, what a pity..."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Katsumura Yota's eyes. If he had been able to hit Muneyoshi just now, the outcome of the match would have started to shift in his favor.

"But it's the resistance from prey like this that excites me even more!"

Bang!

Katsumura Yota once again unleashed his signature serve, but this time, Muneyoshi made a move.

His steps were light and quick; in just a few quick steps, he appeared behind the tennis ball, the wind generated by his high-speed movement causing Muneyoshi's jacket to flutter loudly.

"Ha! Go back here!"

Muneyoshi swung his hand back and caught the tennis ball before it could react drastically. With a flick of his arm, the tennis ball flew backward.

"Well done, Narrow-headed Viper's Fang!"

It was the same flowing light again, an extremely curved ball, this time aimed at Muneyoshi's ankle.

"Ha!"

"Raise Fire to the Heavens!"

Muneyoshi could not afford to be careless against Katsumura Yota, who had used his full strength, and he also used his most important conventional burst method.

His exceptionally precise ball control allows him to hit the ball to any position he wants on the court.

At the same time, darkness gathered in Muneyoshi's eyes, Glowing Flame rose, igniting the fire within Katsumura Yota's body, causing it to burn fiercely.

"Unleash your full potential! The final burst of light before the curtain falls is always the most dazzling..."

Bang!

Another explosion.

Muneyoshi's Raise Fire to the Heavens was also hit back, and the tennis ball crashed down at his feet.

"Great Serpent Coil!"

The attacks became increasingly fierce, Katsumura Yota's state became more and more manic and arrogant.

The spin of this ball became even more intense!

Tennis balls are like constantly twisting spirals, their trajectories are completely unpredictable, like a giant yellow python preparing to strangle its prey.

"As expected of No. 8..."

The increasingly fierce attacks also made Muneyoshi abandon his underestimation of Katsumura Yota.

Although he had the support of the shadow fire he had cast, he wouldn't have been able to do this if his opponent hadn't been so powerful.

We must unleash our full potential, or the challenge will truly become our prey.

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